"Yes, Macumazahn, and the poison that he has eaten came from the breath of a wizard whom you may chance to have seen kiss him last night. Well, his life shall be avenged." "Saduko," I exclaimed, "do not be unjust. There are many sicknesses that may have killed your son of which I have no knowledge, who am not a trained doctor." "I will not be unjust, Macumazahn.
Happily the fire-water had not yet been introduced among the red men, that fearful poison which has destroyed thousands and tens of thousands of their race. While the chief and his guest were seated at their repast, an Indian came up to them, and addressed the former, who, in return, apparently gave some directions.
Then that foremost of car-warriors, O Bharata, shot fourteen broad-headed shafts, fierce and looking like snakes of virulent poison, at Vikarna. Endued with great prowess and as if dancing in that battle, he felled with those shafts the standard of Vikarna from his car and slew also his charioteer and steeds.
It is the clean, "deserving poor," who understand the art of hypocritical humility it is these whom the society seeks in vain in St. Peter's Parish. Still another problem of the most vital consequence Kielland has attacked in his two novels, Poison and Fortuna . It is, broadly stated, the problem of education.
Next day it became evident that the poison was spreading up the arm, and a black runner was despatched to summon me, but he could not cover the ground in less than three hours, and when he arrived I was on my way to Bothwell, some twenty miles in another direction, so he did not overtake me until the evening.
All his life he had hated scenes like poison, avoided rows, gone on his own way quietly and let others go on theirs. But now it seemed at the very end of things, he had a scene before him more painful than any he had avoided. He drew a visor down over his emotion, and waited for his son to speak. "Father," said Jon slowly, "Fleur and I are engaged."
The temperature may rise to 120° in this dangerous storm, which justifies its name of "poison wind." The storm passes off, the air becomes clear and is quiet and calm, and the sun has again its golden yellow brilliance. It is warm, but not suffocating as it was. The heated air vibrates above the sand. Beside our road appears a row of palms and before them a silver streak of water.
Is the truth poison, that to tell it makes a sick man die? Is the truth hell, that a dying man refuses to speak it? How can a man die better than speaking the truth? How can he die worse than withholding it? I believe his sickness and his death were lies like himself.
At times she tried to get out of the window; again sat gazing, repeating to herself “Always be true.” She said she was in love with the boss. When the doctor gave her medicine she thought it was poison. Finally she began to be talkative and elated. At the Observation Pavilion she became very quiet.